Gerard examined the lock curiously, pushing the door more firmly into the jam, but it refused to latch. The wood was splintered around the edges, almost like it had been forced in.
Worry filled Gerard and he stepped further into the apartment. There was a slight haze drifting through the air, and Gerard sighed. He'd told Frank before that they needed to keep the window open or the landlord was going to kill them for smoking inside, but Frank kept forgetting.
Gerard moved into the kitchen, and his mouth dropped open. The hose from the sink was hanging down the cabinet, dripping into the large puddle that covered the entire floor. The wall behind the stove was scorched a dark black, that faded up into the ceiling. Gerard squelched across the linolium and dragged his finger through the scorched spot. His fingers came away black, and he frowned.
"Frank?" he called cautiously.
"In here," Frank called back, voice muffled, like he was eating something chewy.
Gerard continued through the kitchen into the living room and raised an eyebrow. The haze was lighter in here, and Gerard crossed to the window and pushed it open. Frank continued to sit on the couch, feet up on the table, one hand (wrapped in gauze) holding the remote and flipping through channels. His tshirt looked clean, but his jeans were streaked with soot and had a few new holes.
"How's the gallery coming?" Frank asked, not looking away from his channel surfing. He reached into the pot he had balanced on the sofa cushion beside him and popped something into his mouth.
"Good. Should be ready next month," Gerard answered, moving closer. He dropped down on to the sofa next to Frank and peered over his lap to see into the pot. "Anything, uh.. interesting happen today?"
Frank nodded, tilting the pot towards Gee. "I made fried granola. Want some?"
Gerard made a OMG-you-and-your-health-food-are-so-weird face, but he reached over to grab some of the granola. He chewed on it thoughtfully; it was pretty good, though it had a scorched undertaste to it.
"Do I want to kno--"
"Nope," Frank cut him off, still munching away on his granola, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Gerard thought for a moment, then shrugged, slouching down on the couch and pillowing his head on Frank's shoulder. He reached over to grab more of the granola. "Kay. What's on TV?"
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Gerard examined the lock curiously, pushing the door more firmly into the jam, but it refused to latch. The wood was splintered around the edges, almost like it had been forced in.
Worry filled Gerard and he stepped further into the apartment. There was a slight haze drifting through the air, and Gerard sighed. He'd told Frank before that they needed to keep the window open or the landlord was going to kill them for smoking inside, but Frank kept forgetting.
Gerard moved into the kitchen, and his mouth dropped open. The hose from the sink was hanging down the cabinet, dripping into the large puddle that covered the entire floor. The wall behind the stove was scorched a dark black, that faded up into the ceiling. Gerard squelched across the linolium and dragged his finger through the scorched spot. His fingers came away black, and he frowned.
"Frank?" he called cautiously.
"In here," Frank called back, voice muffled, like he was eating something chewy.
Gerard continued through the kitchen into the living room and raised an eyebrow. The haze was lighter in here, and Gerard crossed to the window and pushed it open. Frank continued to sit on the couch, feet up on the table, one hand (wrapped in gauze) holding the remote and flipping through channels. His tshirt looked clean, but his jeans were streaked with soot and had a few new holes.
"How's the gallery coming?" Frank asked, not looking away from his channel surfing. He reached into the pot he had balanced on the sofa cushion beside him and popped something into his mouth.
"Good. Should be ready next month," Gerard answered, moving closer. He dropped down on to the sofa next to Frank and peered over his lap to see into the pot. "Anything, uh.. interesting happen today?"
Frank nodded, tilting the pot towards Gee. "I made fried granola. Want some?"
Gerard made a OMG-you-and-your-health-food-are-so-weird face, but he reached over to grab some of the granola. He chewed on it thoughtfully; it was pretty good, though it had a scorched undertaste to it.
"Do I want to kno--"
"Nope," Frank cut him off, still munching away on his granola, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Gerard thought for a moment, then shrugged, slouching down on the couch and pillowing his head on Frank's shoulder. He reached over to grab more of the granola. "Kay. What's on TV?"
omg lol idek